Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
When Theodore woke, it was late. He dragged himself to his bathroom and took a long, cool shower. He thought about the dead bodies from the day before.
Sure, they'd been assholes, but they were dead because of me
. Theodore had punched plenty of people. He'd stabbed Reginald happily enough.
But killing people ...
He closed his eyes and let the water run over his face.
And if it hadn't been for Decker, I might have been dead instead.
As he toweled himself off, he tried to shake it off. He thought of his mother blowing him in the car on the way home ... of her offering her throat for his personal use. He shivered and looked down at his hard cock. How strange to have such wild swings in one day. He thought about fapping, or burying himself in more work investigating. Both were ways to quell his wood. But he decided he would see if she was truly going to drain him whenever he wanted. He thought about the way her pretty face bulged and distorted when she swallowed his dick. Thoughts of the previous day's violence faded away.
Hurriedly, he brushed his teeth and stuffed his hard cock into underwear and trousers. He threw on a shirt, moving so quickly he mismatched his buttons. He didn't bother to tuck his shirt in or put on a tie. He left his room. On the stairs, he heard a woman laughing that he didn't recognize. It was a high, tittering giggle. His mother's familiar chiming bell of a laugh joined in. Had some neighbor come to visit?
When he found them in the sunroom, Theodore could tell the woman wasn't a neighbor. She had a ridiculous, lopsided, pink hairstyle, and she wore clothes that were several years past fashionable. And her gloves had slits in them, exposing narrow views of forbidden flesh. Not even the younger neighbors would be caught dead looking so wild. Theodore liked her instantly.
"Oh, look here. This must be your son that you were always telling me about." Meredith had an easy, warm smile. She turned it toward Theodore as he stood in the doorway. "Penny, you always said you regretted leaving your son, and how you were proud of him." She glanced at her friend conspiratorially. "But you didn't say he was so handsome!"
"He is, isn't he!? I can see why we were friends." Penelope clapped her hands with joy.
"Ms. Meredith Cooks, may I introduce Mr. Theodore Nisha." Winifred held out her hand in welcome.
"Um ... I didn't know we had company." Theodore bowed to Meredith and hastily tucked in his shirt. He looked down at his trousers and realized his erection was now making a visible tent. He quickly untucked his shirt again and hung the flaps artfully to conceal his bulge. "You know Ms. Cooks, Mom?"
Meredith rose, gave a quick curtsy, and sat.
Penelope nodded to her son. "Well, it seems it's a bit complicated. We spent time together when I was gone. When I ... was disappeared." Penelope's smile fell. "I'm afraid I don't remember it. But we were together at an off-the-grid resort of sorts. A place where people go to get away from everything." Penelope saw the suspicion on her son's face. "She has genuine photos of us together there. Apparently, we were quite close. She says that one day, I went to meet some people, and I never came back. I wasn't scheduled to leave. She looked for me and ran into our friend Decker. Yesterday, he sent her my address after we left him. He thought she might be helpful. And the dear detective did want me to have friends. Do you remember him saying so?" She waited for her son to respond. "No? Well, you had lost a lot of blood at the time. I'm so glad it's all back in your body." She glanced at his poorly hidden morning erection. "Anyway, she's here and ... oh, my, we should offer you some breakfast, Ms. Cooks."
"She ... knew you?" Theodore might have thought that such an enormous gift falling into their laps might extinguish his erection. To the contrary, seeing this odd, slender woman in his house made him all that much harder.
"Your mother is an absolute dear. She helped me when I was in trouble. We only knew each other a couple months. I ..." Meredith looked at her friend. "I
am
hungry. I would love something to eat."
"I'm already fixing breakfast in the kitchen." Winifred gave the room her mechanical smile, standing near the eastern bank of windows.
"Nonsense, Winnie. I'll cook us breakfast." Penelope rose.
"But ... you can't cook." Meredith rose to her feet, too. She followed Penelope out of the room. They both passed Theodore, who was still standing in the doorway. Penelope kissed him on the cheek as she went by, so Meredith did the same. She giggled at the look of confusion on his face.
"A good mother and wife enjoys preparing meals for her family." Penelope walked into the kitchen and put on an apron. "Winifred has been teaching me." She shooed the Winifred robot that was preparing eggs away and began collecting ingredients for a more substantial meal.
"Tell us about the place you met my mother." Theodore wandered in after them. He sat on a stool and pulled himself forward so that the counter hid his boner.
"Serenity Valley is the name." Meredith sat next to Theodore and brushed her pink hair behind her shoulder. She studied him closely as she talked. "It took me more than a year to raise the funds needed for a stay there. It's on a farm with animals and everything. But the real draw is the isolation, and the advanced memory center. Over time, they can change the life you lived. Or at least, your memory of it. Or so they say. I'm not totally sure what my life was like before going to Serenity Valley, but I certainly love it now."
Theodore glanced at Winifred.
Winifred mouthed:
Divorced.
Theodore looked back at Meredith. "So, you had a husband before you went there? That's why you went?"
"No ... I don't think so." Meredith shook her head. "That doesn't sound right to me." A dark cloud passed over her face, but it was quickly gone, and she was smiling again. "They also have games there. I can play tennis now!"
"They keep you there?" Theodore stared at her.
Meredith shrugged. "You're free to come and go depending on the timing of your treatments, but there's no access to the feed, so all communication goes through the central office. Which makes sense, since they're giving us new lives."
"You don't remember your husband?" Theodore's heart suddenly went cold.
Did she try and remove me? Mom wouldn't go that far ... would she?
"I never had a husband." Meredith shook her head firmly.
